A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Cheng Weiwan felt a little bored, let out a sigh of relief, and touched her red and swollen lips helplessly, the part where the skin was broken was still aching.

He moved his gaze down, and found an iron-like forearm pressing on his waist.

He cautiously wanted to move that hand away, but he didn't expect that such a slight movement would startle Meng Xianjue. In an instant, a fiery body approached from behind him, and his arms hugged him tightly: "Wake up!" gone?"

Waking up early in the morning, Meng Xianjue's voice was mixed with laziness and hoarseness, accompanied by scorching breath, spraying on the back of Cheng Weiwan's neck.

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

Is it so exciting early in the morning?

You guys are just pretending to sleep.

"Well...Meng Xianjue, should we get up?"

Meng Xianjue buried himself in his neck, calculated the time casually, then closed his eyes safely: "It's still early, sleep a little longer."

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

The sun is already shining outside, so it's early.

Cheng Weiwan rubbed his sore shoulder, pushed Meng Xianjue's hand away, met Meng Xianjue's aggrieved and disappointed eyes after being pushed away, and swallowed what he wanted to say.

He paused for a while, and then said in a coaxing tone: "Don't we have a lot of things to do today? You are the master of the ghost sect, right? Since you have returned to Meng's house, you should call the ghost cultivators from all over Tianlu, The power of the ghost sect is now in a state of disunity..."

As Cheng Weiwan spoke, he became serious, the relaxed tone disappeared, and then his brows were furrowed.

The reason for Meng Xianjue's failure in the book is that Meng Xianjue's tactics were too cruel and he pursued violent suppression. Therefore, the ghost cultivators who came to Meng Xianjue and Meng Xianjue did not have a solid mutual trust relationship at all.Therefore, on the day Zhengdao came to encircle and suppress, Guizong's defense line was easily defeated.

It's not because the ghost sect is weak, the fighting power of the ghost cultivator is second to none in Tianlu, on par with the sword cultivator.

But the root cause of the Ghost Sect's demise was that they were just independent individuals.

Cheng Weiwan involuntarily propped up his body and sat up, thinking carefully.

In any case, Meng Xianjue cannot die.

Not only his selfishness, but also the things that Xuan Wei and Zhang Chengcan did to Meng Xianjue, Meng Xianjue needs to end it himself.

Meng Xianjue also sat up. He stared at Cheng Weiwan's furrowed brows for a while, then reached out and smoothed the wrinkles between his brows.

"Wan Wan, it's too early to think too much, everything is up to me."

Meng Xianjue's finger slid from between Cheng Weiwan's brows and landed on the corner of his lips, his eyes were gentle: "Why don't you go and see how Wu Zhong and the others are progressing."

Looking at Meng Xianjue's calm face, Cheng Weiwan felt at ease, but he couldn't help telling Meng Xianjue: "If someone comes to join you, it would be great if you can treat them better."

Meng Xianjue's eyes were dark as he stared at Cheng Weiwan.

The emotions contained in it were different from usual, and Cheng Weiwan's understanding of this aspect was a little slow, but he felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by this kind of gaze, lowered his head, and twisted the quilt unconsciously with his hands.

Meng Xianjue pushed aside the obstructive hair on his forehead, lowered his head slightly, and looked at him again: "Wanwan, I will only treat you well."

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

Master of the Ghost Sect, please be more serious.

Wu Zhong strictly carried out Meng Xianjue's order and ordered all the ghosts to clean up the ruins all night.

When the sky was about to dawn, many little ghosts with low strength couldn't bear the sunlight, and they went back underground one after another, and fell asleep.

And Wu Zhong and those higher-level ghosts returned to their daytime posts and fulfilled their duties.

Wu Zhong performed his duties, arranged breakfast, and ordered the ghost servants to deliver it to the two honored guests, while he personally picked up the breakfast prepared for the Lord and delivered it to the Lord's room.

However, after he opened the door, he found that there was no one in the Lord's room.

Wu Zhong closed the door expressionlessly, turned around, without any emotional fluctuations, and even the surface of the soup and porridge in his hand did not have any ripples.

He decisively and simply walked towards Senior Cheng's room.

After walking to the door, he still remembered to knock on the door politely.

In the house, Cheng Weiwan was the one who reacted the most when he heard the knock on the door. He quickly distanced himself from Meng Xianjue, like a vigilant little hamster.

Meng Xianjue suppressed the smile on his lips, and said in a low voice, "Come in."

Wu Zhong responded by pushing the door open and entering.

Behind the screen, Meng Xianjue and Cheng Weiwan sat on the bed, keeping a polite distance, and their clothes were put on obediently, only their hair was still a little disheveled, which was the evidence that they had rested.

The screen was really too old, from the cracked gap, Wu Zhong could see the scene inside.

Wu Zhong glanced politely, put the breakfast on the table, explained the reason, and left sensiblely.

Only when he closed the door for his master, regret and disappointment flashed across his eyes.

It turns out that I slept with my clothes on...

The progress of the night was gratifying. Basically, the rubbish visible to the naked eye had disappeared, and the Meng Family's forbidden area, the core of the entire Meng Family Villa, had been repaired.

Cheng Weiwan was a little puzzled, it's good that the Meng family's forbidden area is for the red gold beasts, but now that the red gold beasts are no longer in the Meng family's forbidden area, why restore the original appearance of the Meng family's forbidden area first.

At that time, Meng Xianjue was shelling cooked shrimps for Cheng Weiwan. When he heard Cheng Weiwan's question, he paused for a moment and said, "Even if there is nothing in the forbidden land of Meng's family, only the snow all over the mountain and an empty shell, Even if there is only one signboard in the forbidden land of the Meng family, that signboard must be erected on the cliff of heartlessness."

"The forbidden land of the Meng family is no longer a forbidden land in the true sense. For the ghost sect, as long as the Meng family is still there, the ghost sect will not fall. But for the Meng family, as long as the forbidden land of the Meng family is still there, the Meng family will still be alive. continue."

Cheng Weiwan sighed lowly, lowered his eyes, his heart was slightly sour, he felt sorry for Meng Xianjue, but at this juncture, all the words were pale and powerless, he sighed lowly, only peeled off the The prawns were sent back to Meng Xianjue's bowl.

Meng Xianjue chuckled, if Wu Chong could see the tenderness in his eyes, it would be able to drive this ruthless living corpse crazy.

After breakfast, Meng Xianjue left. He seemed to be busy with important matters. Cheng Weiwan knew that Meng Xianjue was in a difficult situation at this time. The Ghost Sect had been suppressed for many years. Fazong embezzled.

The first step in the rise of the Ghost Sect must be plunder.

Cheng Weiwan was restless all day long, so he went to find Ling Siyao, and after chatting with Ling Siyao, he would be fine, but he found sadly that after chatting with Ling Siyao, all the anxiety Not only has it not decreased, but there are signs of continued growth.

But the reason why he asked, is it possible to convert the characters in this world into a stream of data, and then transplant this stream of data into a vegetative person who has lost consciousness or a body that has just died of brain.

Ling Siyao only calmly asked him a question: "If the so-called real world is also a novel, what is the difference between the Meng Xianjue imported by you with data and the abnormal data flow we are going to obliterate now?"

Ling Siyao hit the nail on the head.

Cheng Weiwan was silent for a while, unable to speak anymore.

He didn't see Meng Xianjue all day long, only in the middle of the night, he moved a candle to his bedside, and when he was about to fall asleep, he felt a sudden gust of wind.

It turned out that the window that was closed by him was opened again. Meng Xianjue stood outside the window with a slight smile on his lips.

Cheng Weiwan's heart throbbed unceasingly at that moment, and for a moment, Meng Xianjue came in through the window.

Cheng Weiwan couldn't laugh or cry: "Obviously there is a door, why are you jumping out of the window?"

Meng Xianjue didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on Cheng Wewan, and the next moment, he pulled Cheng Wewan into his arms.

He keenly sensed that Cheng Weiwan's mood was a bit depressed, before the dimly jumping but stubbornly illuminated the bright little flames in the room, he lightly patted Cheng Weiwan's back, a little at a loss, and could only hide his sharp eyes. The edges and corners of my life, with the greatest tenderness in my life: "Why are you unhappy?"

Cheng Weiwan didn't expect Meng Xianjue to see the emotions she tried to hide, and smiled: "Why didn't I see you today?"

Meng Xianjue calmly executed a formula to put another protective lock on himself, so as to lock up the last bit of bloody aura that might leak out from his body.

He wrote lightly: "Going to deal with some things."

Fortunately, Cheng Weiwan didn't take it to heart, so he answered Meng Xianjue's question: "It's not a big deal, it's just a little homesick."

Meng Xianjue's hand was clenched lightly where Cheng Weiwan couldn't see it.

He comforted Cheng Weiwan for a while, and after putting Cheng Weiwan to sleep, he got up, and under the moonlight, he looked at Cheng Weiwan reluctantly for the last time, and kissed him softly and restrainedly on the eyes.

Meng Xianjue closed the door lightly. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he got back to his room, and removed the locks. Immediately, a strong smell of blood filled the air, but it wasn't his own.

Wu Zhong knelt down solemnly: "My lord, the southeast corner has already made a breakthrough with Fazong. Those monks have been at ease for too long, and their combat effectiveness is far from what it used to be."

Meng Xianjue nodded, and said four words indifferently: "Very good, continue."

Wu Zhong bowed his hand and took the command.

Just as he was about to leave, Meng Xianjue suddenly called to him: "Wu Zhong, what is the data flow, do you have a clue?"

Wu Zhong hesitated, and finally decided to report to Meng Xianjue his work with almost zero progress: "My lord, I have searched many ancient books, but I couldn't find the three keywords of data flow, so I changed direction, replace the keyword with 'Ascension'."

At this point, Wu Zhong took a cautious look at Meng Xianjue's face, for fear that Meng Xianjue would be cold-faced because of his lack of progress in work.

Meng Xianjue frowned and said, "Continue."

Only then did Wu Zhong breathe a sigh of relief, and continued: "The solitary souls sent by my subordinates thus collected some clues. They discovered that Master Xuanwei of Tianmen once mentioned the three words 'data flow'."

Meng Xianjue's back straightened instantly.

"According to the clues you provided to the subordinate, the subordinate sorted out the conclusion."

Meng Xianjue's eyes flickered slightly: "What is it?"

"Reverend Xuanwei wants to ascend to the upper realm. The abnormal data flow is probably something that Reverend Xuanwei has integrated into his body by any means. As long as Reverend Xuanwei is eliminated, as you said, he can send Senior Cheng back."

Meng Xianjue's eyes paused for a moment, and he didn't make a statement, which made Wu Chong back down.

In fact, without Wu Zhong's investigation, he had already guessed [-]% to [-]% of them, and he already knew that.

It is not too late to send home, only two conditions are required.

One is to kill Xuanwei, and the other is to kill himself.